in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how
from To an Early Daffodil
Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers
Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers,
Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing
To make all nature glad, thou art so gay;
To fill the lonely with a joy untold;
Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,
To-morrow jewelled with raindrops. Always bold
To stand erect, full in the dazzling play
Of April's sun, for thou hast caught his gold.
-by Amy Lowell
The Song of the Daffodil Fairy
I’m everyone’s darling; the blackbird and starling
Are shouting about me from blossom and boughs.
For I, the Lent-lily, the Daffy-down-dilly,
Have heard through the country the call to arouse.
The orchards are ringing with voices a-singing
The praise of my petticoat, praise of my gown;
The children are playing, and hark! they are saying
That Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town!
daffodil fairy painting by Cicely Mary Barker